Like there was really ever any doubt
Not that there's anything wrong with that.....
It's perfectly socially acceptable.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Rushed....
Well, it only took me about 50 tries to log in today, just to put up a little blurb. I actually have a lot of things I'd love to ramble about, but I have a midterm tonight at 6:30, and well, being that I'm dumb, studying kind of preempts blogging. (Don't stone me to death for saying that)
Couple of quick thoughts though, just b/c:
The new Killers' song When You Were Young is on their MySpace page
I highly reccomend checking it out, it's pretty much spectacular.
To the guy on World Series of PopCulture that didn't know that George Jefferson ran a dry cleaning business: Shameful, just shameful.
To the woman on World Series of PopCulture that couldn't identify Young MC from this lyric:
"A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But she's in another world like you was Poindexter"
Your hair clearly indicated that you grew up in the 80s. Be embarrassed.
But, to the guy who got eliminated in a tie breaker because he couldn't name any songs off of ABBA Gold? You just got plain screwed buddy. I feel for you.
Couple of quick thoughts though, just b/c:
The new Killers' song When You Were Young is on their MySpace page
I highly reccomend checking it out, it's pretty much spectacular.
To the guy on World Series of PopCulture that didn't know that George Jefferson ran a dry cleaning business: Shameful, just shameful.
To the woman on World Series of PopCulture that couldn't identify Young MC from this lyric:
"A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But she's in another world like you was Poindexter"
Your hair clearly indicated that you grew up in the 80s. Be embarrassed.
But, to the guy who got eliminated in a tie breaker because he couldn't name any songs off of ABBA Gold? You just got plain screwed buddy. I feel for you.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Bleh.....
So you'd think now that I'm doing even less with my life, I'd have more time to blog. Well, I do, I just haven't utilized it to do so.
The last time I wrote was on the 29th, which coincidentally ended up being my last day of work, two weeks ahead of schedule. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It was suprirsing to say the least, especially b/c we found out THAT DAY that we were done. So, I took a few days off (literally 5) and then started school last week. So I'm officially a full time student, which right now means 2 classes and an independant study type thing. And to someone who's used to working and going to school, and having a flag football league going on and etc etc, I feel like a general vagabond. A relatively relaxed one though.
So in the last two weeks....hm....
1) I spent 300$ on books, FOR TWO DAMN CLASSES
2) I went on a nice little 4th of July weekend bender
3) Learned that I like to play Scrabble way too much, to the point of almost trying to brave a downpour (4th of July, pre-fireworks, not good times)
4) Got boned for another 100$ by my car for a part that seriously looks like a slightly mutated spark plug
5) And solidified that I would be the most lamest uncle in the world.
In regards to #5, it was my friends 8 year old's b-day this past Sunday, and they had a little pizza party type thing with games and the like for him over the weekend. We were basically told to bring a gift if we think it's appropriate. Now, mind you, I haven't been 8 for a long, long time, and most of my friends don't have kids. Therefore, I'm living in kind of a vacuum of cool. So what did I buy? I got him books. Not action figures, or Leggos, or Superman stuff (all of which he got). I got him a copy of Charlotte's Web, and a shorter book that's part of a series that he apparently likes (via his dad).
Mind you, he opened my gift right after he opened gifts from his real uncle, one of which included a BAG OF CASH!!!
Listen. Even 8 year olds like money. I know this, you know this. I'm pretty sure nothing makes you feel more lame than the look on a small child's face when he realizes that what he just unwrapped is meant to be read, not spent. On more toys.
Bottom Line? If I had brothers and sisters, I'd be that lame uncle that gives crappy gifts.
I suck.
The last time I wrote was on the 29th, which coincidentally ended up being my last day of work, two weeks ahead of schedule. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It was suprirsing to say the least, especially b/c we found out THAT DAY that we were done. So, I took a few days off (literally 5) and then started school last week. So I'm officially a full time student, which right now means 2 classes and an independant study type thing. And to someone who's used to working and going to school, and having a flag football league going on and etc etc, I feel like a general vagabond. A relatively relaxed one though.
So in the last two weeks....hm....
1) I spent 300$ on books, FOR TWO DAMN CLASSES
2) I went on a nice little 4th of July weekend bender
3) Learned that I like to play Scrabble way too much, to the point of almost trying to brave a downpour (4th of July, pre-fireworks, not good times)
4) Got boned for another 100$ by my car for a part that seriously looks like a slightly mutated spark plug
5) And solidified that I would be the most lamest uncle in the world.
In regards to #5, it was my friends 8 year old's b-day this past Sunday, and they had a little pizza party type thing with games and the like for him over the weekend. We were basically told to bring a gift if we think it's appropriate. Now, mind you, I haven't been 8 for a long, long time, and most of my friends don't have kids. Therefore, I'm living in kind of a vacuum of cool. So what did I buy? I got him books. Not action figures, or Leggos, or Superman stuff (all of which he got). I got him a copy of Charlotte's Web, and a shorter book that's part of a series that he apparently likes (via his dad).
Mind you, he opened my gift right after he opened gifts from his real uncle, one of which included a BAG OF CASH!!!
Listen. Even 8 year olds like money. I know this, you know this. I'm pretty sure nothing makes you feel more lame than the look on a small child's face when he realizes that what he just unwrapped is meant to be read, not spent. On more toys.
Bottom Line? If I had brothers and sisters, I'd be that lame uncle that gives crappy gifts.
I suck.
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